Abortion
–Ai
Coming home, I find you still in bed,
but when I pull back the blanket,
I see your stomach is flat as an iron.
You’ve done it, as you warned me you would
and left the fetus wrapped in wax paper
for me to look at. My son.
Woman, loving you no matter what you do,
what can I say, except that I’ve heard
the poor have no children, just small people
and there is room only for one man in this house.